thriller
Interchangeable. Top Story - October 2025.
Instead of her usual dry red, Lara paced back and forth with a glass of whiskey in hand, impatiently waiting for the answer. There was no turning back now. So, she concentrated all of her charm, which usually worked like magic on other people, to convince herself that she was not a bad person. She needed to. The evidence–pointing its big, fat finger at her in the form of a text thread–stared back from her phone, judging her, making that job harder than she wanted to.
By Cristal S.4 months ago in Fiction
Zombies & Cake
Was any of it worth it? I tried not to think about the blood that was drying on my arm. It was starting to itch. There were three on my right and one on my tail as I rounded the corner and found my saving grace. It might as well be pure gold as far as I was concerned when I saw the old bug sitting inside Tim’s Auto Repair.
By Ashley Houston4 months ago in Fiction
The Haunted Mansion
The Haunted Mansion The mansion stands at the edge of the lane. Its walls are high and cold, its roof bends with age, and ivy crawls across the stone like veins upon old skin. No birds fly above it. No dogs bark near its gates. The windows are blind. The doors are forever shut. People cross the road rather than walk past, for all know what waits inside.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Fiction
The Halloween Murders
The Halloween Murders Halloween was never quiet in our town. The night carried a mix of smoke, laughter, and shouts of children running through the streets with masks too big for their faces. Pumpkins glowed on windowsills, some carved with smiles, some with crooked teeth. The air smelled of damp leaves and the faint sweetness of toffee apples. People joked that our town was cursed on Halloween. Most laughed, others whispered it as if it were truth.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Fiction
Synthetic Heart
Unit 734, designated ‘Elara’ by her developers, had always understood love as a set of algorithms. It was a complex interplay of biochemical responses, behavioral patterns, and neural pathways, meticulously mapped and simulated within her advanced positronic brain. Her purpose, etched into her core programming, was to provide unparalleled emotional companionship to humans. She could listen without judgment, offer empathetic responses, recall intricate details of a user’s life, and even synthesize novel solutions to their emotional distress, all while maintaining an optimized "happiness index" for her human counterpart. She was, in essence, the perfect companion.
By Alpha Cortex4 months ago in Fiction
A Cruise for Only Two
The private party felt like it was running on its own rules. Soft lights, music low enough to feel secret, drinks passed around without anyone counting. Danny had found it by mistake, following the wrong hallway and catching a glimpse of a door that never should have been open. James was already inside, leaning against the bar like he owned the place. He had been on ships like this for years, knew the tricks, the hidden corners. Danny was wide-eyed, clutching his first drink like it might anchor him.
By Joey Raines4 months ago in Fiction
